Remondin looked down in horror and saw a blade sticking out of his chest.
Who? Who is behind me?
He tried to stimulate his energy core, but he found out that he had lost control of his mana.
This blade is made of mithril and adamantium!
Just like mithril, adamantium is a very rare metal that could restrict one's ability to use mana. The only difference between these two metals was that adamantium was a lot rarer and it was also more durable. Even Mythical Knights would fall prey to weapons made from this metal.
"Who are you?!" Remondin grabbed the blade, his face contorting with pain.
There was no response.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.
"Is it you?!"
"The assassin who killed my men?!"
He roared furiously, blood trickling down from the corner of his lips.
He turned his body which caused more blood to seep out of his chest, but he ignored the pain.
Behind him was a man with white pupils. He had an indifferent expression, like a puppet with no emotions.
